You're all going to love me for this chapter. My heart was beating a little too fast for my liking while I was typing it. Anyways, my finger is currently wrapped in multiple layers of Band-Aids(an accident with an Exacto-knife), so please excuse any typos you may find.
By the way, I'm shooting for 35 chapters or less with this. So if you happen to be getting tired of the story, you'll only have to bear with me for a few more chapters.
Disclaimer: I no own Twilight! You no own Twilight! We no own Twilight! Only Stephenie own Twilight!
I couldn't stop thinking. It was the only thing to do. Sometimes my thoughts turned down happy roads, only to be turned back by a black thought or two. So I tried not to think of happier times or places, or the people that made them that way.
I had remembered, as accurately as I could, how long I had been in my prison. It wasn't a happy thought-something I was becoming quite accustomed to.
I had been here for two and a half days, so far. It was my second full day. I had been here for half of a day when I was first brought here in that black car, then yesterday, and now today. As far as I could tell, from the dim light filtering through the thick layer of dust on the tiny window above my head, it was sometime around noon.
Seeing as I hadn't had a thing to eat for two days, except a dirty, crudely made sandwich that I had no choice but to eat (if I wanted to die by any other means than starvation, that is), I was terribly hungry. A water bottle had been thrown into my room yesterday by a scarred, tanned hand. I was hoping Damien wouldn't came again today, but seeing as he hadn't come yesterday, I guessed he would have to release his energy eventually.
As if on cue, the lock clicked, and the door was pushed open.
"Hello, Isabella." he spoke before he even walked into the room-but where else would I be, really?
I said nothing.
He swaggered into the room, stopping a few feet away from me, grinning maliciously. "Have you learned your lesson yet? Or do we need to spend more time together?"
There wasn't really an appropriate answer for that question, so I stayed silent, watching him. He advanced, taking a few steps forward, his breath warm and sticky against my face. "I asked you a question."
"I think it's about time you learn your lesson." I replied calmly, gesturing to the wall beside us. He turned to look at the wall, and I followed suit.
I had written my mind out on that wall. Multiple hours and a few hand cramps later, and I had been done. Everything that had happened to me, including my parents' deaths, and what it had done to me. The last few sentences were the most important part. They told Damien what I really thought about him-how badly he had treated me, and how his words had affected me. How much I wished he had been a good father.
The truth may have hurt him, but I wasn't going to sugarcoat it. How long had I been suffering because of him? Had it really been only months? It felt like forever.
He turned on me, anger taking over his features. Without a word, he lunged for me, grabbing my wrist. I heard something crack, and I almost screamed in pain.
He wasn't holding back this time. Good thing he didn't have a gun.
He let go of my wrist, grinning satisfactorily, his fists resting at his sides.
Without thinking, I took the opportunity.
I took a step forward, kneed him where the sun don't shine, and watched him go down. I took the liberty of breaking his nose again with the arm with the unbroken wrist, for good measure.
I stood, breathing hard and cradling my wrist, next to his unconscious figure on the hard floor. I heard a scuffle and some yelling outside, and straightened out, my eyes wide in fear. Could the guard be coming? If Damien woke up before I had a chance to escape, after what I had just done to him...it wouldn't end well.
The door burst open, banging against the wall, and I tensed, rigid. Emmett rushed into the room, stopping when he saw me. "Bella," he whispered in awe. "We found you."
Edward must have heard him, either in his thoughts or aloud, because he appeared in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. "Bella." he said, as if I wasn't real, and could disappear at any moment. I relaxed infinitesimally.
"Edward." I said, in quiet reverence.
His gaze flickered to something behind me, and he let go of me for a moment, disappearing and reappearing next to Damien. He had woken up behind us during our quiet exchange, and was shooting daggers at me with his eyes, giving me the impression that he wasn't done with me yet.
Edward quickly did something to him that made him slump back to the ground. He said, "We'll take care of him later, Emmett."
I was tired. So tired.
The last thing I saw before I passed out was Carlisle running in, his mouth moving as if he was yelling something that I couldn't hear.
And then the world turned black.